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'Tis not the noiseless calm

408. CHRISTIANITY, Mystery of. That bodes a tempest nigh,

The Christian's faith had many mysteries too. Or lures the heedless mariner

The uncreated Holy Three in One; Where rocks and quicksands lie.

Divine Incarnate, Human in Divine : 'Tis not fallen nature's sleep,

The inward call; the Sanctifying Dew ; The stupor of the soul

Coming unseen, unseen departing thence; That knows not God, nor owns His hand, Anew creating all, and yet not heard;

Though wide His thunders roll. Compelling, yet not felt: mysterious these; 'Tis not the sleep of death,

Not that Jehovah to conceal them wished; Low in the darksome grave,

Not that Religion wished. The Christian Where the worm spreads its couch, and


Unlike the timorous creeds of Pagan priest, feeds,

Was frank, stood forth to view, invited all No hand put forth to save.

To prove, examine, search, investigate, It speaks a ransomed world,

And gave herself a light to see her by. A Father reconciled,

Mysterious these—because too large for eye A sinner to a saint transformed,

Of man, too long for human arm to mete. A rebel to a child.

Pollok. It tells of joys to come;

409. CHRISTIANITY, Progress of. It soothes the troubled breast; It shines, a star amid the storm,

Now with the cross, as with the staff, alone, The harbinger of rest.

Religion, like a pilgrim, westward bent,

Knocking at all doors, ever as she went. Then murmur not, nor mourn,

Yet as the sun, though forward be his flight, My people faint and few :

Listens behind him, and follows some light, Though earth to its foundation shake,

Till all depart, so went the Church her way, My peace I leave with you.

Letting, while one foot stept, the other stay John A. Latrobe.

Among the eastern nations for a time, 407. CHRISTIAN, Pro-ominence of tho.

Till both removed to the western clime.

To Egypt first she came, where they did prove Who is as the Christian great ?

Wonders of anger once, but now of love. Bought and wash'd with sacred blood,

The ten commandments there did flourish Crowns he sees beneath his feet,

more Soars aloft and walks with God.

Than ten bitter plagues had done before. Who is as the Christian wise ?

Holy Macarius, and great Anthony He has naught for all hath given;

Made Pharaoh Moses, changing the history. Bought the pearl of greatest price,

Goshen was darkness; Egypt full of lights; Nobly barter'd earth for heaven. Nilus for monsters brought forth Israelites.

Such power hath mighty Baptism to produce, Who is as the Christian bless'd ?

For things misshapen, things of highest use. He hath found the long-sought stone;

Religion thence fled into Greece, where acts He is joined to Christ, his rest

Gave her the highest place in all men's hearts. He and happiness are one.

Learning was posed, philosophy was set, Earth and heaven together meet,

Sophisters taken in a fisher's net. Gifts in him and graces join;

Plato‘and Aristotle were at a loss, Make the character complete;

And wheel'd about again to spell Christ'sAll immortal, all divine.

cross. Lo! his clothing is the sun

Prayers chased syllogisms into their den,

And Ergo was transformed into Amen. The bright Sun of righteousness;

Though Greece took horse as soon as Egypt He hath put salvation onJesus is his beauteous dress.

And Rome as both, yet Egypt faster rid, Lo! he feeds on living bread,

And spent her period and prefixed time Drinks the fountain from above, Before the other. Greece being past her Leans on Jesus' breast his head

prime, Feasts forever on His love.

Religion went to Rome, subduing those Angels here his servants are; .

Who, that they might subdue, made all their

foes. Spread for him their golden wings; To his throne of glory bear,

The warrior his dear scars no more resounds,

But seems to yield Christ hath the greater Seat him by the King of kings. Who shall gain that heavenly height ? | Wounds willingly endured to work his bliss,

Who his Saviour's face shall see? Who by an ambush lost his Paradise. I who claim it in His right,

The great heart stoops, and taketh from the Christ bath bought it all for me.

dust Charles Wesley. A sad repentance, not the spoils of lust;





Quitting his spear, lest it should pierce again 411. CHRISTIANS, Enlistment of.
Him in His members, Who for him was slain.

We leave now behind us
The shepherd's hook grew to a sceptre here,

The world and its crowd; Giving new names and numbers to the year.

We set now before us But the empire dwelt in Greece, to comfort

The home of our God. Who were cut short in Alexander's stem.

We take up our cross now In both of these prowess and arts did tame

To follow the Lamb, And tune men's hearts against the Gospel

We close round His banner, came:

For glory or shame. Which using, and not fearing skill in the one,

We take up the arınor Or strength in the other, did erect her throne.

Our Captain hath given, Many a rent and struggling the empire knew,

The sword and the breastplate, (As dying things are wont,) until it flew Àt length to Germany, still westward bend

The helmet of heaven. ing,

In faith thus defying And there the Church's festival attending;

The foe and the sin, That, as before empire and arts made way,

We fight our life's battle; For no less harbingers would serve than they ;

We fight and we win. So they might still, and point us out the

Horatius Bonar. place,

412. CHRISTIANS, Fearlessness of. Where first the Church should raise her down

Who the Creator love, created night cast face.

Dread not: within their tents no terrors walk. Strength levels grounds, art makes a garden

For they are holy things before the Lord, Then showers Religion, and makes all to bear. Aye u

kes all to bear. Aye unprofaned, though earth should league Spain in the empire shared with Germany,

with hell; But England in the higher victory;

wy God's altar grasping with an eager hand. Giving the Church a crown to keep her state.

Fear, the wild-visaged, pale, eye-starting

| wretch, George Herbert.

| Sure-refuged hears his hot-pursuing fiends 410. CHRISTIANS, Death of.

Yell at a distance. Soon refreshed from

heaven Meeting with Time, “Slack thing," said I, Slack thing," said 1, He calms the throb and tempest of his heart.

He calms the throb a “Thy scythe is dull; whet it, for shame."

His countenance settles. A soft, solemn bliss “No marvel, sir,” he did reply,

Swims in his eye-his swimming eye upraised : “If it at length deserve some blame. | And Faith's whole armor glitters on his But where one man would have me grind it,

limbs! Twenty for one too sharp do find it."

And thus transfigured with a deathless awe,

A solemn hush of souls, meek he beholds Perhaps some such of old did pass,

All things of terrible seeming: yea, unmoved Who above all things lov'd his life;

Views e'en the immitigable ministers To whom thy scythe a hatchet was,

That shower down vengeance on these latter Which now is but a pruning knife.

days. Christ's coming hath made man thy debtor,

For kindling with intenser Deity Since, by the cutting, he grows better.

From the celestial mercy-seat they come, And in His blessing thou art blest.

And at the renovating wells of love

Have filled their vials with salutary wrath, For, where thou only wert before An executioner at best,

To sickly nature more medicinal Thou art a gard'ner now; and, more,

Than what soft balm the weeping good man An usher to convey our souls


Into the lone despoiled traveller's wounds! Beyond the utmost stars and poles.

8. T. Coleridge. And this is that makes life so long,

413. CHRISTIANS, Lights. While it detains us from our God.

Stars are of mighty use: the night Ev'n pleasures here increase the wrong,

Is dark and long; And length of days lengthen the rod; The road foul; and where one goes right, Who wants the place where God doth dwell,

Six may go wrong. Partakes already half of hell.

One twinkling ray

Shot o'er some cloud, Of what strange length must that need be,

May clear much away, Which ev'n Eternity excludes !

And guide a crowd. Thus far Time heard me patiently;

Then, chafing, said, “This man deludes! God's saints are shining lights: who stays What do I here before his door?

Here long, must pass He doth not crave less time, but more.” O'er dark hills, swift streams, and steep ways George Herbert.

As smooth as glass;


No! they will tread, while here below,

The path their Master trod;
Content all honor to forego,

But that which comes from God.

And when the King again appears,

He'll vindicate His claim:
Eternal honor shall be theirs ;
Their foes be filled with shame.

Thomas Kelly.
416, CHRISTIANS, Portion of.
Rise, my soul! and stretch thy wings,

Thy better portion trace;
Rise from transitory things

Towards heaven, thy native place:
Sun and moon and stars decay;

Time shall soon this earth remove;
Rise, my soul, and haste away

To seats prepared above.
Rivers to the ocean run,

Nor stay in all their course;
Fire, ascending, seeks the sun;

Both speed them to their source: 8o a soul that's born of God,

Pants to view His glorious face,
Upward tends to His abode,

To rest in His embrace.

But these all night,

Like candles, shed
Their beams, and light

Us into bed.
They are indeed our pillar-fires,

Seen as we go;
They are that city's shining spires

We travel to.
A sword-like gleam

Kept man from sin
First out; this beam
Will guide him in.

Henry Vaughn.
414. CHRISTIANS, Name of.
O Antioch, thou teacher of the world !
From out thy portals passed the feet of

Who, banished and despised, have made thy|

The next in rank to proud Jerusalem.
Within thy gates the persecuted few
Who dared to rally round the holy cross
And worship Him whose sacred form it bore,
Were first called Christians. In thy sad con-

Thou mad'st a stigma of reproach and

shame, This noblest title of the sons of earth; While, save for this, thy name were scarcely

known, Except among the mouldering vestiges Of dim antiquity.

J. L. Chester.
415. CHRISTIANS, Nobility of.
There is a family on earth

Whose Father fills a throne;
But, though a seed of heavenly birth,

To men they're little known.
Whenc'er they meet the public eye,

They feel the public scorn;
For men their fairest claims deny,

And count them basely born.
But 'tis the King who reigns above,

Who claims them for His own;
The favored objects of His love,

And destined to a throne. The honors that belong to them

By men are set at nought:
Whatever shines not they contemn:

Unworthy of a thought !
But ah! how little they reflect !

For mark the unerring word !
“ That which with men has most respect,

Is odious to the Lord.”
Were honors evident to sense,

Their portion here below,
The world would do them reverence,

And all their claims allow.
But, when the King Himself was here,

His claims were set at nought;
Would they another lot prefer ?

Rejected be the thought!

Fly me, riches, fly me, cares,

Whilst I that coast explore;
Flattering world, with all thy snares

Solicit me no more!
Pilgrims fix not here their home;

Strangers tarry but a night ;
When the last dear morn is come,

They'll rise to joyful light..
Cease, ye pilgrims, cease to mourn,

Press onward to the prize;
Soon our Saviour will return

Triumphant in the skies :
Yet a season, and you know

Happy entrance will be given
All our sorrows left below,
And earth exchanged for heaven.

Robert Seagrave.
417. OHRISTMAS, Glory of.
A Day, a Day of Glory!

A Day that ends our woe!
A Day that tells of triumph

Against the vanquished foe!
Yield, summer's brightest sunrise,

To this December morn:
Lift up your gates, ye Princes,

And let the Child be born!
With “Glory in the Highest."

Archangels tell their mirth :
With “Lord, have mercy on us,"

Men answer upon earth:
And Angels swell the triumph,

And mortals raise the horn,
Lift up your gates, ye Princes,

And let the Child be born!

He comes, His throne the manger, |A star comes dancing up the orient,
He comes, His shrine the stall;

That springs for joy over the strawy tent;
The ox and ass His courtiers,

When gold, to make their prince a crown, Who made and governs all;

they all present. Giles Fletcher. The “House of Bread” His birthplace, The Prince of Wine and Corn;

420. CHRISTMAS, Observance of Lift up your gates, ye Princes,

Heap on more wood! the wind is chill;
And let the Child be born!

But let it whistle as it will,
Then bar the gates, that henceforth

We'll keep our Christmas merry still.
None thus may passage win,

Each age has deemed the new-born year Because the Prince of Israel

The fittest time for festal cheer :
Alone hath entered in :

Even, heathen yet, the savage Dane
The earth, the sky, the ocean,

At Iol more deep the mead did drain;
His glorious way adorn;

High on the beach his galleys drew,

And feasted all his pirate crew;
Lift up your gates, ye Princes,
And let the Child be born!

Then in his low and pine-built hall,
Tr. by J. M. Nealo.

Where shields and axes decked the wall,

They gorged upon the half-dressed steer ; 418. CHRISTMAS, Hymn for.

Caroused in seas of sable beer;
Come hither, ye faithful;

While round, in brutal jest, were thrown
Triumphantly sing;

The half-gnawed rib and marrow bone,
Come, see in the manger

Or listened all, in grim delight,
Our Saviour and King!

While scalds yelled out the joys of fight.
To Bethlehem hasten,

Then forth in frenzy would they hie,
With joyful accord !

While wildly loose their red locks fly,
Oh, come ye, come hither,

And dancing round the blazing pile
To worship the Lord!

They make such barbarous mirth the while,

As best might to the mind recall
True Son of the Father,

The boisterous joys of Odin's hall.
He comes from the skies;
To be born of a Virgin

And well our Christian sires of old
He doth not despise.

Loved when the year its course had rolled,
To Bethlehem hasten, etc.

And brought blithe Christmas back again,

With all its hospitable train.
Hark, hark to the angels!

Domestic and religious rite
All singing in heaven :

Gave honor to the holy night;
To God in the highest

On Christmas eve the bells were rung:
All glory be given!”

On Christmas eve the mass was sung;
To Bethlehem hasten, etc.

That only night in all the year,

Saw the stoled priest the chalice rear.
To Thee, then, O Jesus !

The damsel donned her kirtle sheen;
This day of Thy birth,

The hall was dressed with holly green;
Be glory and honor

Forth to the wood did merry-men go,
Through heaven and earth!

To gather in the mistletoe.
True Godhead Incarnate!

Then opened wide the baron's hall
Omnipotent Word!

To vassal, tenant, serf, and all;
Oh, come, let us hasten

Power laid his rod of rulo aside,
To worship the Lord I

And Cereinony doffed his pride;

From the Latin. The heir, with roses in his shoes, 419. CHRISTMAS, Importance of

That night might village partner choose ;

The lord, underogating, share Who can forget, never to be forgot,

The vulgar game of “post and pair."
The time that all the world in slumber lies, | All hailed with uncontrolled delight
When like the stars the singing angels shot | And general voice the happy night

To earth, and heaven awaked all his eyes | That to the cottage, as the crown,
To sce another sun at midnight rise

Brought tidings of salvation down.
On earth? Was ever sight of equal fame,
For God before man like himself did frame, | The fire, with well-dried logs supplied,
But God Himself now like a mortal man be- Went roaring up the chimney wide;

The huge hall table's oaken face,
The angels carolled loud their songs of peace; Scrubbed till it shone the day to grace,

The cursed oracles were stricken dumb; Bore then upon its massive board
To see their shepherd, the poor shepherds No mark to part the squire and lord;

Then was brought in the lusty brawn, To see their King, the kingly sophics By old blue-coated serving-man; : come;

Then the grim boar's head frowned on high, And then, to guide unto his master's home, 1 Crested with bays and rosemary.

Well can the green-garbed ranger tell |No human glory, might, and gold,
How, when, and where the monster fell; The lovely Infant's form enfold;
What dogs before his death he tore,

The manger and the swaddlings poor
And all the baiting of the boar.

Are His whom angels' songs adore.
The wassail round, in good brown bowls,
Garnished with ribbons, blithely trowls,

O wake our hearts, in gladness sing!
There the huge sirloin reeked; hard by

And keep our Christmas with our King, Plum-porridge stood, and Christmas pie,

Till living song, from loving souls, Nor failed old Scotland to produce,

Like sound of mighty waters rolls. At such higb tide, her savory goose.

TO holy Child! Thy manger streams Then came the merry maskers in ;

| Till earth and heaven glow with its beams. And carols roared with blithesome din,

Till midnight noon's broad light has won, If unmelodious was the song, It was a hearty note and strong.

And Jacob's Star outshines the sun. Who lists may in their mumming see

Thou Patriarchs' joy, Thou Prophets' song, Traces of ancient mystery ;

Thou heavenly Day-spring, looked for long, White shirts supplied the masquerade, | Thou Son of Man, Incarnate Word, And smutted cheeks the visors made; Great David's Son, great David's Lord ! But, oh! what maskers, richly dight, Can boast of bosoms half so light?

Come, Jesus, glorious, heavenly Guest, England was merry England, when

| Keep Thine own Christmas in our breast! Old Christmas brought his sports again.

Then David's harp-strings, hushed so long, 'Twas Christmas broached the mightiest ale! Shall swell our Jubilee of song. 'Twas Christmas told the merriest tale;

Tr. from the Danish by Chas. P. Krauth. A Christmas gambol oft would cheer

423, CHRISTMAS, Song of. The poor man's heart through half the year.

Sir Walter Scott.

It came upon the midnight clear,

That glorious song of old, 421. CHRISTMAS, Offerings for.

From angels bending near the earth

To touch their harps of gold : We come not with a costly store,

“Peace to the earth, good-will to men O Lord I like them of old,

From heaven's all-gracious King!" The masters of the starry lore, From Ophir's shore of gold;

The world in solemn stillness lay No weepings of the incense-tree

To hear the angels sing. Are with the gifts we bring;

Still through the cloven skics they come, No odorous myrrh of Araby

With peaceful wings unfurled ; Blends with our offering.

And still their heavenly music floats

O'er all the weary world : But faith and love may bring their best,

Above its sad and lowly plains A spirit keenly tried

They bend on heavenly wing, By fierce affliction's fiery test,

And ever o'er its Babel sounds
And seven times purified :

The blessed angels sing.
The fragrant graces of the mind,
The virtues that delight

Yet with the woes of sin and strife
To give their perfume out, will find

The world has suffered long; Acceptance in Thy sight.

Beneath the angel-strain have rolled

Two thousand years of wrong; 422. CHRISTMAS, Return of.

And men, at war with men, hear not The happy Christmas comes once more,

The love-song which they bring : The heavenly Guest is at the door:

Oh! hush the noise, ye men of strife, The blessed words the shepherds thrill,

And hear the angels sing! The joyous tidings: Peace, good-will i

And ye, beneath life's crushing load To David's city let us fly,

Whose forms are hending low; Where angels sing beneath the sky;

Who toil along the climbing way Through plain and village pressing near,

With painful steps and slow,And news from God with shepherds hear.

Look now! for glad and golden bours

Come swiftly on the wing; Oh! let us go with quiet mind,

Oh! rest beside the weary road,
The gentle Babe with shepherds find,

And hear the angels sing.
To gaze on Him who gladdens them,
The loveliest Flower of Jesse's stem.

For lo! the days are hastening on,

By prophet-bards foretold, The lowly Saviour meekly lies,

When with the ever-circling years Laid off the splendor of the skies ;

Comes round the age of gold; No crown bedecks his forehead fair,

When Peace shall over all the earth No pearl nor gem nor silk is there.

Its ancient splendors fling,

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